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Posts tagged with ‘woman’

  • April 11, 2017
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    I am a woman of substance. Don’t judge me by my looks or my clothes. I am more than what meets the eye. Define me by the tough battles I fight each day. Define me by my courage to face them as I rise above no matter how difficult. My life is not glorious and I don’t have medals to flaunt but my biggest trophy is my heart.I value love, friendships, honesty and trust. I will survive despite all odds in my life because I am strong through and through.

  • April 5, 2017
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    It takes a special kind of woman to accept an apology she never got, but truly deserves. It’s incredibly hard for her to give love a second chance, after she’s built walls. With all she has been through, she decided that the cheap love of her past does not define her as a woman. The fact that she is still standing is proof that no man has the right to ruin her idea of love. Her past is ugly, but look at how beautiful she has decided to be. —Joey Palermo

  • March 30, 2017
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    The woman who has been to hell and back is not easy to love.

    Many have tried. Most have failed.

    The weak need not attempt, for it will take more strength than you even know you possess; more patience, more resilience, more tenacity, more resolve. It requires a relentless love, one that is determined and not easily defeated.

    For the woman who has been to hell and back will push you away. She will test you in her desire to know what you are made of, whether you have what it takes to weather her storm. Because she is unpredictable—at times a hurricane, a force of nature that rides on the fury of her suffering; other times a gentle rain, calm, still and quiet.

    When she is the gentle rain that falls in time to her silent tears, love her.

    When she is the thunder and lightning and ferocious winds that wreak havoc, love her harder.

    She is a contradiction, a pendulum that will forever swing between fear of suffocation and fear of abandonment, and even she will not know how to find the balance between the two. Because today, although she will never tell you, she will feel insecure. She will want you to stay close, to tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her on her forehead and hold her in the strength of your arms. But tomorrow she will crave her independence, her space, her solitude.

    For while you have slept, she has been awake, unable to slow her thoughts, watching clocks and chasing time, trying to make the broken pieces fit, to make sense of it all—of where and how she fits. She fights her demons and slays her dragons, afraid if she goes to sleep they will gain the upper hand, afraid if she goes to sleep she will no longer be in control. Tomorrow she will be tired, and your presence will smother her. She will need only herself.

    When she reaches out to you, love her.

    When she pushes you away, lover her harder.

    New situations and places and people and experiences will make her anxious. She will be fiercely independent and long to overcome her fears, all the while as terrified as a small child alone in the big world. Sometimes she will need to be courageous, to prove to herself she has what it takes. Other times she will need you to take her hand and hold it firmly in yours. Sometimes she may not know what she needs, and you will need to read her like a book with worn pages and a tattered spine and be what she needs when she does not know herself.

    When she is brave and steps into the world on her own, love her.

    When she is scared, but refuses to take your hand, love her harder.

    She will live in fear of not being enough and always being too much—an endless battle to find the middle ground. Ashamed if the scale falls one way or the other, ashamed to be herself for no one has ever loved her both when she is small and also when she is tremendous.

    When she feels too much, love her.

    When she feels not enough, love her harder.

    Sometimes she won’t hurt and the light will shine from her eyes and her laughter will be a rare and precious melody. But sometimes she will hurt so much from the trauma still in her body; she will ache, she will feel pain and anguish. The light will grow dim and the music will fade.

    When she is the light, love her.

    When she is the darkness, love her harder.

    She will always love you with caution, with one foot out the door. For she does not understand a love with no conditions, one that is powerful enough to withstand hard times. She cannot allow herself to fully trust in your love, and she will keep parts of her heart hidden—the parts that have been hurt the most, the parts she can’t risk being hurt again when she has worked so hard to stitch them together.

    She will always watch, wait and expect you to leave first. And when you don’t, she has a truth written upon her heart that says you will—it’s only a matter of time, for everyone who loves her leaves her. And so she will seek to sabotage the relationship; she will seek to destroy it, she will seek to leave first, she will seek to hurt you before you can hurt her. This is how she stays in control, this is how she survives, how she will ensure she will not get hurt again.

    When she wants to love you, love her.

    When she wants to hurt you, love her harder.

    The woman who has been to hell and back is not easy to love.

    Many have tried. Most have failed.

    The weak need not attempt, for it will take more strength than you even know you possess; more patience, more resilience, more tenacity, more resolve. It requires a relentless love, one that is determined and not easily defeated.

    For the woman who has been to hell and back will push you away. She will test you in her desire to know what you are made of, whether you have what it takes to weather her storm. Because she is unpredictable—at times a hurricane, a force of nature that rides on the fury of her suffering; other times a gentle rain, calm, still and quiet.

    When she is the gentle rain that falls in time to her silent tears, love her.
    When she is the thunder and lightning and ferocious winds that wreak havoc, love her harder.
    She is a contradiction, a pendulum that will forever swing between fear of suffocation and fear of abandonment, and even she will not know how to find the balance between the two. Because today, although she will never tell you, she will feel insecure. She will want you to stay close, to tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her on her forehead and hold her in the strength of your arms. But tomorrow she will crave her independence, her space, her solitude.
    Being out of control terrifies her. Don’t ever make her feel powerless, trapped or without her

    freedom. She needs to dance barefoot under enormous blue skies, to feel sand between her toes, to run with wolves as the wind weaves magic through her hair, for here is where her healing is found. Never clip her wings, for if she has the freedom to fly, she will always come back to you.
    Love her when it’s easy, and love her harder when it’s not.

    Love her in a way that will defy all she has ever known love to be.

    Love her because you understand with every fiber of your soul the gift of her love, what it has cost her to offer you her fragile heart.

    She does not need you. She has chosen you.

    Because you have what it takes to survive the storm.

    Because even when she doesn’t know how to love, you know how to love harder.
    Author: Kathy Parker

    (With permission)

    Please check out Kathy’s blog at : https://kathyparker.com.au/

  • March 3, 2017
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    The woman who has been to hell and back is not easy to love.

    Many have tried. Most have failed.

    The weak need not attempt, for it will take more strength than you even know you possess; more patience, more resilience, more tenacity, more resolve. It requires a relentless love, one that is determined and not easily defeated.

    For the woman who has been to hell and back will push you away. She will test you in her desire to know what you are made of, whether you have what it takes to weather her storm. Because she is unpredictable—at times a hurricane, a force of nature that rides on the fury of her suffering; other times a gentle rain, calm, still and quiet.

    When she is the gentle rain that falls in time to her silent tears, love her.

    When she is the thunder and lightning and ferocious winds that wreak havoc, love her harder.

    She is a contradiction, a pendulum that will forever swing between fear of suffocation and fear of abandonment, and even she will not know how to find the balance between the two. Because today, although she will never tell you, she will feel insecure. She will want you to stay close, to tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her on her forehead and hold her in the strength of your arms. But tomorrow she will crave her independence, her space, her solitude.

    For while you have slept, she has been awake, unable to slow her thoughts, watching clocks and chasing time, trying to make the broken pieces fit, to make sense of it all—of where and how she fits. She fights her demons and slays her dragons, afraid if she goes to sleep they will gain the upper hand, afraid if she goes to sleep she will no longer be in control. Tomorrow she will be tired, and your presence will smother her. She will need only herself.

    When she reaches out to you, love her.

    When she pushes you away, lover her harder.

    New situations and places and people and experiences will make her anxious. She will be fiercely independent and long to overcome her fears, all the while as terrified as a small child alone in the big world. Sometimes she will need to be courageous, to prove to herself she has what it takes. Other times she will need you to take her hand and hold it firmly in yours. Sometimes she may not know what she needs, and you will need to read her like a book with worn pages and a tattered spine and be what she needs when she does not know herself.

    When she is brave and steps into the world on her own, love her.

    When she is scared, but refuses to take your hand, love her harder.

    She will live in fear of not being enough and always being too much—an endless battle to find the middle ground. Ashamed if the scale falls one way or the other, ashamed to be herself for no one has ever loved her both when she is small and also when she is tremendous.

    When she feels too much, love her.

    When she feels not enough, love her harder.

    Sometimes she won’t hurt and the light will shine from her eyes and her laughter will be a rare and precious melody. But sometimes she will hurt so much from the trauma still in her body; she will ache, she will feel pain and anguish. The light will grow dim and the music will fade.

    When she is the light, love her.

    When she is the darkness, love her harder.

    She will always love you with caution, with one foot out the door. For she does not understand a love with no conditions, one that is powerful enough to withstand hard times. She cannot allow herself to fully trust in your love, and she will keep parts of her heart hidden—the parts that have been hurt the most, the parts she can’t risk being hurt again when she has worked so hard to stitch them together.

    She will always watch, wait and expect you to leave first. And when you don’t, she has a truth written upon her heart that says you will—it’s only a matter of time, for everyone who loves her leaves her. And so she will seek to sabotage the relationship; she will seek to destroy it, she will seek to leave first, she will seek to hurt you before you can hurt her. This is how she stays in control, this is how she survives, how she will ensure she will not get hurt again.

    When she wants to love you, love her.

    When she wants to hurt you, love her harder.

    The woman who has been to hell and back is not easy to love.

    Many have tried. Most have failed.

    The weak need not attempt, for it will take more strength than you even know you possess; more patience, more resilience, more tenacity, more resolve. It requires a relentless love, one that is determined and not easily defeated.

    For the woman who has been to hell and back will push you away. She will test you in her desire to know what you are made of, whether you have what it takes to weather her storm. Because she is unpredictable—at times a hurricane, a force of nature that rides on the fury of her suffering; other times a gentle rain, calm, still and quiet.

    When she is the gentle rain that falls in time to her silent tears, love her.
    When she is the thunder and lightning and ferocious winds that wreak havoc, love her harder.
    She is a contradiction, a pendulum that will forever swing between fear of suffocation and fear of abandonment, and even she will not know how to find the balance between the two. Because today, although she will never tell you, she will feel insecure. She will want you to stay close, to tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her on her forehead and hold her in the strength of your arms. But tomorrow she will crave her independence, her space, her solitude.
    Being out of control terrifies her. Don’t ever make her feel powerless, trapped or without her

    freedom. She needs to dance barefoot under enormous blue skies, to feel sand between her toes, to run with wolves as the wind weaves magic through her hair, for here is where her healing is found. Never clip her wings, for if she has the freedom to fly, she will always come back to you.
    Love her when it’s easy, and love her harder when it’s not.

    Love her in a way that will defy all she has ever known love to be.

    Love her because you understand with every fiber of your soul the gift of her love, what it has cost her to offer you her fragile heart.

    She does not need you. She has chosen you.

    Because you have what it takes to survive the storm.

    Because even when she doesn’t know how to love, you know how to love harder.
    Author: Kathy Parker

    (With permission)

    Please check out Kathy’s blog at : https://kathyparker.com.au/

  • February 25, 2017
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    A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE:
    Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to. Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour. A youth she’s content to leave behind. A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra. One friend who always makes her laugh and one who lets her cry. A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family. Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored. A feeling of control over her destiny.

    EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW: How to fall in love without losing herself. How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend, without ruining the friendship. When to try harder and WHEN TO WALK AWAY. That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents, That her childhood may not have been perfect but it’s over. What she would and wouldn’t do for love or more. How to live alone even if she doesn’t like it. Whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally. Where to go, be it to her best friend’s kitchen table ora charming Inn in the wood when her soul needs soothing. What she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month and a year.

    Written by Pamela Redmond Satran

  • February 16, 2017
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    It didn’t matter what people thought about her. Her focus was never on small talk. She had better things to do with her life, like become a better woman. She didn’t care what people said behind her back because most of them never had the guts to say it to her face anyway. She didn’t care if people believed in her, or if they were going to pick up & leave. What she offered was more than good enough and anyone who wanted to doubt that… Well then, that was on them.

  • February 11, 2017
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    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • February 10, 2017
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    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

  • February 6, 2017
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    A good man is a woman’s best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her down. He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day. He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do. He will make sure she always feels as though she’s the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident, sexy, seductive and invincible person alive.

  • January 14, 2017
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    ** This article contains strong language. It may be offensive to some readers.

     

    As an abused child, I learned to keep secrets.

    The heart of an abused child is laden with them. We carry the abuse as our fault, somehow we are to blame, somehow we deserve it. Our voice is taken from us; silent and powerless, we protect the ones who should have protected us. This is how we keep our secrets safe.

    Often, even when we expose the abuse, we are dismissed. We come to believe it is us against the world. We are on our own, there is nobody we can trust.

    We become the keeper of secrets.

    I reflect upon this as waves cavort with the shoreline and salt air adheres to my skin; upon how the heart of an abused child looks much like the heart of an abused woman.

    This, I came to understand when, as a woman, I was abused.

    And kept it a secret.

    The keeper of secrets.

    Broken shells scatter around my feet and in them the disorder of the last year reflects back at me. The gift of time and distance has offered me perspective, I find myself often in moments such as this; outside my body, detached from the experience yet desperate to put order to the chaos. To feel whole again, to mend, to grasp at some sort of closure.

    I’m positive this is why women stay in abusive situations for so long. Because we believe for the happy ending promised in the fairy tales of our childhood. We are nurturers, healers, fixers, empaths; it goes against our very nature to abandon that which is so very broken, until invariably, it breaks us.

    Hindsight leaves me to wonder how an intelligent, educated woman like myself allowed this to happen, allowed myself to be verbally and emotionally abused for so long by someone I trusted. But here lies the key. I trusted him. Respected him. Admired him. Not only did I, but so did my husband, my children, my friends. He was welcomed into my home, into my family, into my life.

    Into my secrets.

    And then, he took my secrets and turned them into his power.

    You fucking whore. You fucking slut. You are nothing but a fucking whore who fucks around. You make me sick you fucking slut.

    Messages like this continued for months, enabled by my silence. There is no physical proof with this kind of abuse. It is oh so easy to be the keeper of secrets, to pretend it isn’t happening, to delete the messages and pick your kids up from school and make dinner and kiss your husband goodnight as if your heart hasn’t been ripped from your chest and obliterated by words that will forever be seared on the back of your eyelids.

    I consider why I didn’t reveal the abuse the first time it happened, and can only concede that his abuse was tied to my shame. The two were inseparable. To tell of his abuse would be to admit I believed his words were justified. After all, he knew of my past, my pain, the choices I had made out of the places I had suffered. And he threw these things back at me, made sure I was smeared with the filth of them, made sure I knew how worthless that made me.

    I was no longer a grown woman, but once again a child, betrayed by someone I trusted, someone who should have protected me. Confused, scared, ashamed, I believed it to be my fault. I had made it happen, I allowed someone too close. I had been too vulnerable, too trusting, too naive. I deserved it.

    As if any woman deserves to be abused. As if any woman deserves to be shamed. As if there is any justification for destroying another human, ever.

    He apologised, of course. He never meant to hurt me, he knew he was wrong, knew that’s not who I was, promised it would never happen again. I forgave him, of course. For not only had I been raised by generations of women who exemplified the female doormat, but had also been subjected to years of religious teaching on how we should love others. If someone slaps you on the right cheek? Offer him your left. How many times do I forgive the one who hurts me? Seventy times seven. My heart cracks wide open for the women under this teaching who stay in abusive relationships, who are told, if you love him better, he’ll come to understand love and will no longer hurt you. 

    No dear woman, he won’t.

    I no longer believe in a love that must suffer for the cause of another. For months I suffered. More months that I would even care to admit. I suffered for my own fear and shame. I suffered out of love for our mutual family and friends. I suffered for him, to protect him, because I wanted to believe the best of him, I wanted to believe he was a good man who operated from a place of his own pain, and maybe with more compassion, more love, more understanding, maybe he would heal. Maybe he would become the person I thought him to be. Maybe there would be reconciliation, restoration, a way for closure.

    Overhead, seagulls circle and I pick up a stone, feel the smoothness of it between my fingers, trace the outside of it. I ditch it toward the waves but like everything of late, the effort is halfhearted and lacks conviction.

    I had learned about pretence in my childhood, about the masks we wear and the words we say to ensure there is never questions of what lay behind the falsity. In fact, I reached beyond a level of skilfulness to complete mastery of such impression. To many, this could be construed as deceit. To the rest of us, this is a tool of survival we have carried into our adulthood, one we are disinclined to trade for the perils of honesty when we are so accomplished in our secret-keeping.

    To keep the secret of abuse, whether as a child or an adult, is to learn to live two different lives. There is your outer life, the one where you hold yourself together for your family, where normal is rehearsed and practised, where you go about your life and hope the people around you don’t notice the tiredness in your eyes and the way your hands shake when you pick up your phone.

    Then there is your inner life. The one where your husband leaves for work and you are finally alone and can fall apart right there on the bathroom floor. The one where you cannot find the energy or motivation to get dressed, where you haven’t showered for days, don’t answer your phone, and find every reason not to leave the house. Where your work suffers, your health suffers, your spirit suffers.

    Secrets destroy us. They eat away at our flesh and rot our soul and soon we begin to decompose, and all that festers inside our putrid body can no longer be hidden. We see it in our anger, our addictions, our depression. In the way our bones ache and our joints hurt. In our mood swings and outbursts and the way we do not sleep for days, weeks, years. In our fear, anxiety, isolation, numbness, irritability, hyper-vigilance, disconnection, self-destruction. We see it in our crushed spirit and dried up bones. In the way we turn away from life, turn away from ourselves.

    My secret stayed hidden within the darkest places in my soul until it almost destroyed me. This is the power of shame. But what I have come to understand is that shame can only survive in the darkness. The moment shame is exposed to the light, it loses its grip over us.

    My shame allowed his power over me, as did my silence.

    My shame almost destroyed me, until the moment I said no more.

    No more will I allow this to happen. No more will I believe I have done something to deserve this. No more will I allow another human to destroy me. No more will I hide in the dark. No more will I be afraid.

    No more will I be ashamed.

    No more will I be silent.

    No more will I be the keeper of secrets.

    It is over.

    The sound of children’s laughter from across the bay arrives on a warm gust of wind. I breathe the air deep into my lungs, hold it there, allow it to fill me anew with life, for breath is life and I have been dead too long. My warrior heart beats again, the one he tried to destroy. The one he almost destroyed. But not quite. Here, in this place, I once again find life.

    I will not speak his name out loud. I carry no bitterness, for this will only destroy me. I am instead thankful for the way this struggle has transformed me. Through this, I have become aware of the parts of my childhood not reconciled. I understand more of the human condition, of the way we operate out of our unhealed wounds, and project them onto other people and other relationships. I understand more about the hearts of women who live with abuse, the reasons they stay, the reasons they cannot leave. I am wiser, stronger, braver. I have found my voice, and I will be the voice for my sisters still trapped in their silence. I will spend the rest of my life fighting for the rights of women. For them, for me, for my daughters.

    There are reasons people enter our lives, reasons they become part of our journey.

    Sometimes those reasons are to break us wide open.

    I walk deeper into clear water, feel the sand squelch between my toes. The shock of cold awakens my soul and I run, dive, break through the surface, plunge beneath, deeper, deeper still, until I lift my face to the sun and rise back to the surface. I emerge, and I am weightless, washed, made clean.

    I am born again.

    Much has been broken; there is much to be healed.

    But sometimes, brokenness carries its own kind of beauty.

    Written by Kathy Parker.
    (With permission)

    Please check out Kathy’s blog at : https://kathyparker.com.au/

  • January 14, 2017
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    Everyone wants a strong woman until she actually stands up, flexes her muscles, projects her voice. Suddenly, she is too much. She has forgotten her place. You love those women as ideas, as fantasies not as breathing, living humans threatening to be even better than you could ever be.
    – Shamsiya Noorul Quloob

  • January 14, 2017
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    It takes a certain type of man to be able to get it. To understand that a woman who’s used to being let down repetitively, starved of simple things in a relationship like peace, tenderness, and common respect, and is used to always having to fight to be heard… doesn’t know what a ‘happy’ relationship feels like. So it takes a certain type of man to want her to know that feeling, and have the patience to just walk her through it as she gets used to a new normal- a loving normal. a breathe easy normal. a stress free normal… A happy normal.
    -TheCrimsonKiss

  • December 11, 2016
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    She doesn’t need expensive gifts. She doesn’t need expensive dinners. I mean sure all of those things would be nice but, all she really needs is you. She needs your listening ear when she is ready to vent. She needs your shoulder to cry on when life gets hard on her. She needs your words of encouragement when she is getting ready to pursue her dreams. She needs to be able to feel safe around you, and know that you have her best interest when it comes to her heart. And if it’s taking her a while to let you in, she isn’t trying to punish you. She just doesn’t want to repeat making the same mistakes she has made in the past of giving a man her all, just to find out that he couldn’t match her effort. Love her genuinely. Love her patiently. Love her passionately. And last but not least, love her consistently and in return, she will love you like you have never been loved before.

  • December 10, 2016
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    A good man is a woman’s best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her down. He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day. He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do. He will make sure she always feels as though she’s the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident, sexy, seductive and invincible person alive.

  • November 30, 2016
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    Never miss out on a good woman that could make your life great just because she’s a little difficult. The good ones are never easy, but worth it!

  • November 26, 2016
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    A pretty face gets old, a nice body will change. But a good woman will always be a good woman.

  • November 25, 2016
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    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

  • November 16, 2016
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    I am a woman of substance. Don’t judge me by my looks or my clothes. I am more than what meets the eye. Define me by the tough battles I fight each day. Define me by my courage to face them as I rise above no matter how difficult. My life is not glorious and I don’t have medals to flaunt but my biggest trophy is my heart.I value love, friendships, honesty and trust. I will survive despite all odds in my life because I am strong through and through.

  • November 11, 2016
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    A strong woman will automatically stop trying if she feels unwanted. She won’t fix it or beg, she’ll just walk away.

  • October 25, 2016
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    If a man loves a woman’s soul, he will end up loving one woman, but if he just loves a woman’s body or face, all the women in the world won’t satisfy him.

  • October 3, 2016
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    A pretty face gets old, a nice body will change. But a good woman will always be a good woman.

  • September 23, 2016
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    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • September 21, 2016
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    At the end of the day I’m a good woman I’m not perfect by any means but my intentions are good my heart is pure and I love hard with everything I’ve got and because of those things I’m worth it always have been and always will be.

  • September 9, 2016
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    A beautiful woman uses her lips for truth, her voice for kindness, her ears for compassion, her hands for charity and her heart for love. For those who do not like her, she uses prayer.

  • September 4, 2016
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    Dear Woman, Sometimes you’ll just be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That makes a man feel like less of a man, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown — you need a man with bigger hands. ~Michael E. Reid.

     
  • September 3, 2016
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    A strong woman is one who is able to smile this morning like she wasn’t crying last night.

  • August 31, 2016
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    A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE:
    Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to. Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour. A youth she’s content to leave behind. A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra. One friend who always makes her laugh and one who lets her cry. A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family. Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored. A feeling of control over her destiny.

    EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW: How to fall in love without losing herself. How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend, without ruining the friendship. When to try harder and WHEN TO WALK AWAY. That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents, That her childhood may not have been perfect but it’s over. What she would and wouldn’t do for love or more. How to live alone even if she doesn’t like it. Whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally. Where to go, be it to her best friend’s kitchen table ora charming Inn in the wood when her soul needs soothing. What she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month and a year.

    Written by Pamela Redmond Satran

  • August 29, 2016
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    A strong woman loves, forgives, walks away, lets go, tries again, & perseveres…no matter what life throws at her.

  • August 17, 2016
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    Always remember that behind every strong and independent woman, there are days when she was alone and helpless. There are lessons she has learned from life and there are stories of battles and struggles which she has fought alone. Beneath the shield of confidence and strength there is a plethora of sadness and pain which she has endured.
    -Aarti Khurana

  • August 7, 2016
    2
    10

    Dear Woman, Sometimes you’ll just be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That makes a man feel like less of a man, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown — you need a man with bigger hands. ~Michael E. Reid.

  • August 4, 2016
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    At the end of the day I’m a good woman I’m not perfect by any means but my intentions are good my heart is pure and I love hard with everything I’ve got and because of those things I’m worth it always have been and always will be

  • August 1, 2016
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    14

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • July 23, 2016
    1
    7

    Always remember that behind every strong and independent woman, there are days when she was alone and helpless. There are lessons she has learned from life and there are stories of battles and struggles which she has fought alone. Beneath the shield of confidence and strength there is a plethora of sadness and pain which she has endured.  -Aarti Khurana

  • July 19, 2016
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    Be a woman other women can trust. Have the courage to tell another woman direct when she has offended, hurt or disappointed you. Successful women have a loyal tribe of loyal & honest women behind them. Not haters. Not backstabbers or women who whisper behind their back. Be a woman who lifts other women.

    -Sophia A. Nelson.

  • July 10, 2016
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    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • July 6, 2016
    0
    8

    I’m the woman who prefers one rose instead of a dozen. I’m the kind of woman who would rather stay in on a Friday night than go to a wild party with random strangers. I’m the woman who wouldn’t make you wait on her hand and foot but would do anything to make us happy. I’m the kind of woman who would enjoy having a movie night than going to some fancy restaurant. I’m the woman who would rather stay up all night sharing secrets than going out than getting drunk. I’m the woman who won’t make you hold her bags but would rather hold your hand instead. I’m the woman who will love you more than anyone than anyone can possibly dream of.
    ~Unknown

  • July 5, 2016
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    11

    I’m the woman who prefers one rose instead of a dozen. I’m the kind of woman who would rather stay in on a Friday night than go to a wild party with random strangers. I’m the woman who wouldn’t make you wait on her hand and foot but would do anything to make us happy. I’m the kind of woman who would enjoy having a movie night than going to some fancy restaurant. I’m the woman who would rather stay up all night sharing secrets than going out than getting drunk. I’m the woman who won’t make you hold her bags but would rather hold your hand instead. I’m the woman who will love you more than anyone than anyone can possibly dream of.
    ~Unknown

  • June 30, 2016
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    18

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • June 24, 2016
    0
    18

    I’m the woman who prefers one rose instead of a dozen. I’m the kind of woman who would rather stay in on a Friday night than go to a wild party with random strangers. I’m the woman who wouldn’t make you wait on her hand and foot but would do anything to make us happy. I’m the kind of woman who would enjoy having a movie night than going to some fancy restaurant. I’m the woman who would rather stay up all night sharing secrets than going out than getting drunk. I’m the woman who won’t make you hold her bags but would rather hold your hand instead. I’m the woman who will love you more than anyone than anyone can possibly dream of.
    ~Unknown

  • June 18, 2016
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    1
    1. “You’re too pretty to be gay.”
    –Claire, 23
    2. “My husband and I were watching some TV show and there was a girl with these really cut abs. I was skinny but not toned. I told him ‘I wish I had those lines on my stomach! They look so good.’ And he goes, dead serious, ‘No, no, my ex-girlfriend had those. I like your tummy the way it is!’ AND THEN POKED IT.”
    –Lisa, 29
    3. “A guy once told me he’d slept with 99 women, and that he wanted the 100th to be special!”
    –Tori, 31
    4. “New Year’s Eve, 2003. I’d been with my (now husband) boyfriend for three months, both of us 17-years-old at the time. We were at a party with another couple and had raided somebody’s parents’ liquor cabinet. Everyone else got drunk but I couldn’t because 90% of the mixture was Jagermeister and I couldn’t drink it. So a little later on we all break away to have teenager sex. My drunk boyfriend finishes and as I roll away I realize the condom is gone.
    Since I am very sober I start FREAKING OUT. Oh god, I am a pregnant teen mother. For sure. There’s no way I’m not completely preggo. I start frantically searching for the mysterious missing condom and my poor hammered guy goes ‘It’s FIIIINE. It’s FIIIINE! I WANT you to be the mother of my children.’
    Ah yes, how romantic and sweet and beautiful but YOU MAY HAVE JUST RUINED BOTH OF OUR LIVES YOU DUMB IDIOT. I found the condom inside me and luckily we have still not produced any children to this day but god help me I married that moron.”
    –Anna, 30
    5. “We were talking about porn for some reason. I was feeling really bad about myself but was still super skinny, probably 110 pounds. I was admittedly on a compliment fishing trip and said something like ‘But I don’t look like how girls look in porn! I’m so fat. No one in porn looks like me.’ He took me at my word and rather than thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, patted my shoulder in an understanding way and said, ‘I’m sure they make fat girl porn.’”
    –Mel, 28
    6. “I just hate when guys ask ‘How are you still single?’ I get that they’re trying to be nice and complimentary, but it just makes me feel embarrassed and stupid and awkward.”
    –Alessandra, 26
    7. “I’m gay, and I met this guy at a bar who kept talking about how he dated 3 lesbians. And he was like ‘you and me could be good though’ and I had only been talking to him just to be nice. It was so annoying.”
    –Elizabeth, 24
    8. “A Wall Street guy once ask me: ‘Are you a BMW, Mercedes, or Porsche type of girl…Cause I’ve got all three.’ Technically it was more of a question than an intended compliment, but I was still generally shocked that this type of dude exists.”
    –Bri, 27
    9. “A guy I was dating said he was tired of the ‘hot, blonde overly skinny types’ and was happy to be dating someone like me. Insert expressionless, annoyed emoji face.”
    –Amber, 23
    10. “I think you make my friends feel uncomfortable with how smart you are.”
    –Jules, 30
    11. “He told me my beer belly gave me character and that it was funny. I tried to laugh along with him but later that night I went back to my place and cried.”
    –Amy, 21
    12. “The classic ‘but you fold the laundry so much better than I do!’ line. I always thought it was a cliche but then my boyfriend actually said it to me and I couldn’t believe guys really use it. It’s not cute, just annoying as hell.”
    –Lace, 29
    13. “A guy I was ‘talking’ to told me that my high-profile job made me scary.”
    –Tia, 28
    14. “He told me he took a while to hit on me because I seemed more like a ‘relationship girl’ than a ‘one night stand’ type.”
    –Chloe
    15. “That my sister was the pretty one but that I was the more approachable one.”
    –Andrea
    16. “Some dude on Tinder messaged me that he was initially gonna swipe left but that my bio was funny so he decided to swipe right. Lucky me!!!!!!”
    –Megan, 24
    17. “You’re actually a lot nicer than you look.”
    –Greta, 29
    18. “You’re not someone I would ever date but you’re great with emotional stuff.” TC mark
    –Nina, 25

    Written by Kim Quindlen

    This article was originally published in thoughtcatalog.com

    Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/kimberlyquindlen

     

  • June 15, 2016
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    One day I will be an old woman with long silver hair, magical tattoos, eyes full of light and life, and lots of laugh wrinkles. My children’s children will lay out with me under the stars by a camp fire on a sea shore. We will listen to the waves make music as I tell them my stories of wild adventures, of lived dreams, of conquered fears, and a full life lived. I will inspire journeys of their own. This is the dream of all my dreams.

    ~Satori

  • June 13, 2016
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    19

    Dear Woman, Sometimes you’ll just be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That makes a man feel like less of a man, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown — you need a man with bigger hands. ~Michael E. Reid.

  • May 27, 2016
    1
    21

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • May 15, 2016
    1
    8

    A good woman doesn’t want perfect, she wants honesty and someone who is man enough to realize that she deserves the truth.

  • May 12, 2016
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    8

    Bottom line: a man must take care of his woman and a woman must take care of her man. No one is before the other.

  • May 7, 2016
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    36

    A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE:
    Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to. Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour. A youth she’s content to leave behind. A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra. One friend who always makes her laugh and one who lets her cry. A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family. Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored. A feeling of control over her destiny.

    EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW: How to fall in love without losing herself. How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend, without ruining the friendship. When to try harder and WHEN TO WALK AWAY. That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents, That her childhood may not have been perfect but it’s over. What she would and wouldn’t do for love or more. How to live alone even if she doesn’t like it. Whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally. Where to go, be it to her best friend’s kitchen table ora charming Inn in the wood when her soul needs soothing. What she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month and a year.

    Written by Pamela Redmond Satran

  • May 6, 2016
    1
    9

    There’s that one kind of hug that a woman loves.
    A tight hug where you put your strength into it using both arms, not just one. The kind where a woman could bury her face in his chest; the kind that makes her feel safe and secure and feeling warm and wanted. The kind of hug that lasts and that lets her know that he cares.
    ~ Unknown

  • May 4, 2016
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    13

    A Woman who opens her heart to love you, when it’s already broken, is braver than any person you’ll meet.

    ~Steven Benson.

  • April 16, 2016
    2
    17

    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • April 8, 2016
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    15

    A strong woman is one who is able to smile this morning like she wasn’t crying last night.

  • March 9, 2016
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    22

    When a woman tells you her problems, it doesn’t mean she’s complaining, it means she trusts you.

  • February 25, 2016
    2
    14

    A woman is unstoppable after she realizes she deserves better.

  • February 22, 2016
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    102

    A pretty face gets old, a nice body will change. But a good woman will always be a good woman.

  • February 20, 2016
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    27

    When a woman tells you her problems, it doesn’t mean she’s complaining, it means she trusts you.

  • February 15, 2016
    1
    46

    A strong woman is one who is able to smile this morning like she wasn’t crying last night.

  • February 9, 2016
    1
    22

    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • January 17, 2016
    2
    22

    A strong woman is one who is able to smile this morning like she wasn’t crying last night.

  • January 14, 2016
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    17

    A valuable tip for any man seeking his princess – A woman will always remember the way you made her feel… Always!
    ~Amit Sodha

  • January 12, 2016
    1
    19

    A pretty face gets old, a nice body will change. But a good woman will always be a good woman.

  • December 30, 2015
    1
    17

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • December 29, 2015
    1
    32

    A pretty face gets old, a nice body will change. But a good woman will always be a good woman.

  • December 24, 2015
    1
    18

    A good man is a woman’s best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her down. He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day. He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do. He will make sure she always feels as though she’s the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident. sexy, seductive, and invincible person alive.

  • December 24, 2015
    0
    18

    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • December 6, 2015
    3
    18

    A woman can always tell if a man loves her by how much time he’s willing to invest.  Money spent is meaningless, but time spent is priceless. ~ Tony A. Gaskins, Jr.

  • December 6, 2015
    1
    28

    A Woman who opens her heart to love you, when it’s already broken, is braver than any person you’ll meet.

    ~Steven Benso

  • December 4, 2015
    1
    47

    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • November 23, 2015
    6
    38

    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • November 23, 2015
    2
    35

    A Woman who opens her heart to love you, when it’s already broken, is braver than any person you’ll meet.

    ~Steven Benson.

  • November 20, 2015
    0
    16

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to beloved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • November 8, 2015
    3
    26

    A woman can always tell if a man loves her by how much time he’s willing to invest.  Money spent is meaningless, but time spent is priceless. ~ Tony A. Gaskins, Jr.

  • November 2, 2015
    0
    23

    There’s that one type of hug that a woman loves. That tight hug where you put some strength into it, using your both arms, not just one. The one where a woman could bury her face in a man’s chest, that makes her feel safe and secure, that makes her feel warm on the outside and inside, that makes her feel wanted, the one that lasts for awhile, and the one that would give her the impression that you care.
    ~Unknown

  • October 18, 2015
    2
    46

    Dear Woman, Sometimes you’ll just be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That makes a man feel like less of a man, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown — you need a man with bigger hands. ~Michael E. Reid.

  • October 13, 2015
    3
    21

    The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

  • September 30, 2015
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    29

    Dear Men: You might think she wants your car, your money, and gifts. But the Right Woman wants your time, your effort, your honesty, your loyalty, your smile, and you choosing to put her as a priority.

    Note** It definitely goes both ways. Men deserve the same <3

  • September 28, 2015
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    24

    When a good woman knows she’s got the right man, she even sleeps better. Why? Because she knows that even when her eyes are closed….he’s doing right by her!
    ~Mr. Amarisoul

  • September 27, 2015
    1
    40

    She’s a good hearted woman. She’s been hurt over and over again. And you would expect her to be heartless by now but her heart is so full of love that she continues to love deeply. All she needs is a good person that will cherish her and give her heart the extra love that she deserves.

    ~Unknown

  • September 25, 2015
    1
    26

    She needs no fancy clothes to make her look sexy. She needs no man by her side to make her feel sturdy. She needs to tell no lies; her honesty is her beauty. She’s smart with her mind, courageous in the heart, confident in herself, and compassionate in her thoughts, independent and able, strong and graceful. ~Author Unknown

  • September 5, 2015
    2
    29

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • September 1, 2015
    2
    23

    There’s that one type of hug that a woman loves. That tight hug where you put some strength into it, using your both arms, not just one. The one where a woman could bury her face in a man’s chest, that makes her feel safe and secure, that makes her feel warm on the outside and inside, that makes her feel wanted, the one that lasts for awhile, and the one that would give her the impression that you care.
    ~Unknown

  • August 31, 2015
    5
    59

    Dear Woman, Sometimes you’ll just be too much woman. Too smart. Too beautiful. Too strong. Too much of something. That makes a man feel like less of a man, which will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown to make it easier for a man to carry. When this happens, I need you to understand, you do not need a smaller crown — you need a man with bigger hands. ~Michael E. Reid.

  • August 20, 2015
    8
    53

    You might think she wants your car, your money, and gifts. But the Right Woman wants your time, your effort, your honesty, your loyalty, your smile, and you putting her as a priority.

  • August 7, 2015
    0
    33

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • July 19, 2015
    0
    33

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • June 15, 2015
    2
    47

    I’m the type of woman who believes in love at first sight; who will listen to a love song and get emotional. The kind of woman who doesn’t get over things easily; who will hurt a lot when someone doesn’t love her back; who will cry herself to sleep because sometimes she feels she’s not good enough. But who’s also strong; who can cry her eyes out then forbid them to come back the next morning; who will pick herself up every time she falls; who will be no one but herself. ”

  • June 2, 2015
    5
    57

    A woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn’t curve, by where she is flat or straight or round. She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don’t ever add up to who she is on the inside. And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is and who she is trying to become. Because as every woman knows, measurements are only statistics. and STATISTICS LIE.

     

    – Nike Advertisement.

  • May 24, 2015
    1
    46

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to beloved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • May 5, 2015
    1
    46

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to beloved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • April 7, 2015
    4
    69

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to beloved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • March 27, 2015
    4
    67

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to beloved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • March 6, 2015
    1
    51

    There’s that one kind of hug that a woman loves.
    A tight hug where you put your strength into it using both arms, not just one. The kind where a woman could bury her face in his chest; the kind that makes her feel safe and secure and feeling warm and wanted. The kind of hug that lasts and that lets her know that he cares.
    ~ Unknown

  • February 21, 2015
    4
    108

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to beloved. The one who looks so damn strong, but sometimes feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • January 25, 2015
    9
    83

    There’s that one kind of hug that a woman loves.
    A tight hug where you put your strength into it using both arms, not just one. The kind where a woman could bury her face in his chest; the kind that makes her feel safe and secure and feeling warm and wanted. The kind of hug that lasts and that lets her know that he cares.
    ~ Unknown

  • January 16, 2015
    0
    76

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • November 27, 2014
    5
    79

    There’s that one kind of hug that a woman loves.
    A tight hug where you put your strength into it using both arms, not just one. The kind where a woman could bury her face in his chest; the kind that makes her feel safe and secure and feeling warm and wanted. The kind of hug that lasts and that lets her know that he cares.
    ~ Unknown

  • November 10, 2014
    3
    125

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • October 25, 2014
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    181

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • September 14, 2014
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    A woman can always tell if a man loves her by how much time he’s willing to invest. Money spent is meaningless but time spent is priceless .
    Tony A. Gaskins Jr.

  • September 12, 2014
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    190

    She’s the woman who believes that what comes around goes around. The one who hopes for a better day. The one who won’t give up on you. She’s the woman who’s unlike the rest. The one who spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman who would love to be loved. The one who looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman who picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • August 24, 2014
    16
    193

    She’s the woman that believes that what comes around goes around. The one that hopes for a better day. The one that won’t give up on you. She’s the woman that’s unlike the rest. The one that spent her days smiling, and her nights crying. She’s the woman that would love to be loved. The one that looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. She’s the woman that picks herself up every time she falls.

    ~Unknown

  • May 3, 2014
    15
    185

    A woman can always tell if a man loves her by how much time he’s willing to invest. Money spent is meaningless but time spent is priceless .
    Tony A. Gaskins Jr.

  • October 15, 2013
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    The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. – Audrey Hepburn

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